plans for the night and just spend the next few hours tonguing her until I’m satisfied. “The lady protests, but her pussy likes me just fine.” I fasten the clamp around her clit before she can come up with a response.
As I suspected, the picture she creates is perfect. The chain shakes a little with every breath she takes, glinting prettily. I push to my feet and move back to the wardrobe. Two weeks is a small eternity yet nowhere near long enough to get through everything I want to play out with her.
For our first night, I want to make an impression, but I don’t want to do anything that will bruise her enough to hamper future scenes. With that in mind, I pick a flogger on the lighter end of the scale.
I stride back to her and give her breasts a light flick with it. She jerks back and then moans when the chain pulls at both nipples and her clit. I consider her. “I know you like pain. Will you come from that alone?” I motion to the chain and clamps.
Her expression takes on a mutinous cast, but she finally says, “Possibly, Mistress.”
Oh, I like it when she calls me Mistress. I like it a lot. Far too much to comment on. “If you get close, tell me.”
She glares. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Your words are correct. Your attitude isn’t.” I shake my head slowly, as if I’m not thrilled down to my very core at the challenge. “Don’t disappoint me.” Without another word, I move to her back. I don’t give her a chance to brace for the first strike. I started a mental timer the moment I cuffed her hands over her head. Even with her feet touching the ground, there’s only so long a person should be bound like that. Aurora’s stubborn. I honestly don’t know if I can break through the first barrier of her attitude before it’s time to end the scene.
I’m going to try.
I get a good rhythm going, working across her back in uneven pacing so she can’t anticipate where the next strike will come from. Before too long, she’s whimpering and her hands are grasping at air above the cuffs. By the time my arm begins to ache, she’s arching back into every strike. I consider continuing, but ultimately there simply isn’t enough time. She may see tonight as a single scene, but I know better. This entire fourteen days is a scene, and it must be played out to perfection.
I drop the flogger on the floor by her feet and circle around to her front. She’s a little wide around the eyes, her breath coming in gasps, but she’s not completely checked out the way some subs get from being flogged. “What a little pain slut you are.” Before she has a chance to reply, I reach out and unfasten the first nipple clamp.
Aurora cries out, her back arching beautifully as blood rushes back into the deprived nipple. Before I can remind myself that this isn’t part of the plan, I dip down and suck her into my mouth, soothing her with my tongue, playing with her piercing. I wait until her whimpers have gained a molten edge before repeating the process with the other nipple.
By the time I sink to my knees in front of her, she’s trembling. I glance up at her face. “Remember, Aurora. Do not, under any circumstances, orgasm. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she whispers. For the first time since agreeing to this contract, she doesn’t sound bratty. As if she can’t decide if she’s dreading what comes next…or anticipating it.
I unfasten the clamp around her clit and, as she shrieks, I lean forward and taste her. Gods, she’s so wet, I have to smother my own moan. I hitch one of her legs up over my shoulder so I can get better access to her and stroke her clit with my tongue. Once. Twice. A third time.
“Stop!”
I meet her gaze without taking my mouth off her pussy and raise my eyebrows. She bites her bottom lip. “I’m close.”
I give her one last lick, gathering up as much of her taste as I can, before I lift my head. “Good girl.”
“Malone… Mistress…” She keeps nibbling on her bottom lip. “You aren’t really going to leave me like this, are you?”
I drop the chain and rise to my feet. “Yes. I am.” I clasp her chin again and use my thumb to tug her lip from between